All afternoon
I sat across you.
My mind snowing delicately, peering your glistening orbs, blue.
I’m thinking of glaciers, sharp frosts
ballerinas imported from Boyarsky’s Mariinsky Theatre,
salchow ethereally across frozen lakes ––

does it even get that cold in Óbuda?

then you smile
the smile your mother has kissed upon the edges of your mouth
the one your sisters planted in secret gardens
the one you’ve brought across oceans
and there’s deep warmth in the hegycsúcsok of my mind.

I enjoyed missing you today
walking through the rain

and I shouldn’t ask you

to come back soon,
or come back at all
but how I enjoyed
missing you today.